Question: Does the physical proximity of a teacher of Truth to the student have a lot of importance?
Answer: There is no doubt that proximity to a teacher of Truth accelerates one’s inner development. However, and equally important to understand, a true teacher simply represents in this physical life what already exists within the seeker in his or her invisible spiritual life. Our work is to make contact with Truth/Christ/God. And right where you are is where this nature dwells at this moment. Wake up. Ask for something higher and then be receptive to the ensuing response of life. It never fails to come.
Before we can ever learn to love one another as we would hope to do, we must first be willing to see that for too long we have loved only ourselves … and that even this has been done poorly.
How can we ever hope to help one another if each of us is convinced that the only work we should do is for the benefit of ourselves? Spiritual awakening is about coming to remember that there is a work on this earth that we are all created to share in common: To learn what it means to love one another.
Question: I can be lifted and made to feel peaceful, or even get anxious or angry, all depending on what I listen to. What is it about music, old or new, that triggers such powerful emotions in a person?
Answer: For centuries, true music has been used in schools and monasteries to help seekers awaken. Music is vibration, so it is more readily taken in by the willing and receptive spirit, and the vibrations themselves can be elevating, thereby temporarily altering the state of the listener. On the other hand, much of the music today sows the seed of either sentiment or conflict. To cancel any wrong state born in us through unconscious identification with certain of these vibratory states, we must learn how to watch ourselves while we listen to music. We must notice, consciously, its effect on ourselves. This higher awareness will keep us awake to what the music is “making” of us.
If all things are means,
Then means are the end,
Our pleasures and pains
But a river’s bend;
So flow, flow on my soul,
Let go . . . once again.